My first steps were the hardest. I was never fond of the dark, though…an overwhelming feeling of comfort surfaces. Addiction, betrayal, Severance; You can pick your poison as long as you realize they’re all the same.
Further I reach into this foreign place that’s seems all too familiar. Though I cannot see I seem to know the way, Petrified yet exhilarated by the occasion.
“It has to be better than out there.” People are so full of themselves, a never-ending illness. Life is more than what reaches the surface… I think I’ll stay.